Motives are seeds, From which at times spring deeds Not equal to the soul's outreaching hope. Strive for the stars! Count nought well done but best! Then, with brave patience, leave the rest To Him who knows. He'll judge you justly ere the record close. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONG BY THE WINDOW BEFORE BED by KATHERINE MANSFIELD TO THE SHADE OF PO CHU-I by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS ODE ON THE POETICAL CHARACTER by WILLIAM COLLINS (1721-1759) A SHROPSHIRE LAD: 1. 1887 by ALFRED EDWARD HOUSMAN TO ALFRED TENNYSON by WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR |